Kapitel 45: 44. The Alpha and His Betas

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Her smiley face drained as soon as she glanced around. Where is he? Lord Edam is not in the carriage but the carriage is still moving.

Instantly, she rushed to the window. Peeping outside, a huge guard was carrying the carriage closer to her but Naya's voice could not reach him without putting more energy in her voice.

"Hey! Where is His..." She paused, why should she care about him? He can't forgive him already because she had a sweet dream... No! A silly dream.

To hell with him, I don't care a damn!

She sit back on the throne, again she emerged a charming smile; just here, that icy man held her close to his chest... Awn! She hugged herself fascinating.

Later, she peeped her head outside, "Hey!..." She retrieved again. Oops! This guard is so tall, there is no way he will hear her, but why is she feeling concerned when she ought not? She scolds her head.

After all her preambles without courage, her attention drifted to the outside surrounding, "Tsk! Could I have slept for long? The sun is deeply blonde and was about to set," She roamed her gaze around giving up on knowing about Lord Edam's welfare.

Naya glanced across the trees; the outside world is so beautiful, she smiles... likewise, the breeze seems different. Her eyes closed to sniff it.

Later, she rests back on the throne relaxing and enthralled by the outside scenery through the window.

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/EDAM/

A man like him who is brave in his connotation is still overwhelmed by Naya's action; her salacious actions preoccupy him to the core that staying close to her made him convey his mind on her the more.

When he couldn't hold on still, he thought of the morning breeze while riding on the horse, he need those breeze out there to sweep some freedom into his life.

Simultaneously, Lyron rode beside the carriage, knocking on the window, a gore of dismal overtook his face as he mumble to Lord Edam.

"Alpha, the atmosphere Is full of them, they might make move on us,"

As his keen worry alert Lord Edam, he peeped outside the window, this gave him a head knock about why Lyron is worrying, he whispers inwardly, 'The Saints?'

Taking a long glare at the atmosphere, as if there is an inert soul in it, he nods affirmatively; the dawn is too cozy, breezy, and foggy.

"Your claim is right, Lyron. This weather is just the perfect hideout for the Saints to stay. They seem to be booming daily,"

"Is my horse ready?"

Lyron glared back at the other Betas, "Yes!"

Thinking about the Saints, they are the varieties of colorful stones that are mostly found on the coast of the Terubial sea but have spirits that make them turn into invisible creatures. They linger around the werewolf kingdoms in their invisible human forms.

"What to do?" Lyron added.

Lord Edam nods, Lyron could not have been so despised by them if not because they are his sworn enemy. Seeing the rage encapsulating him already, Lord Edam hush softness into him.

"Huh! I think you can see them already,"

Lyron nods affirmatively, "Yes, what if they come for..."

Abruptly, Lord Edam interrupts his fidgeting voice to stuck halfway, "They can't come for you!"

Lyron gulped down with slight calmness, he feels insecure which is what Lord Edam detests most about him. Until when will he embrace that he is no longer the bully Lyron but now the beta Lyron who was turned by the rage-blood Alpha?

Therefore, catching a glimpse of Lyron fidgeting the more whenever he heard of the Saints evoked a wave of huge anger in Lord Edam.

Literally, the Saints are such creatures that cannot harm other creatures, despite they are being powerful, yet, powerless to harm. Perhaps, the reason Lord Edam don't pay special attention to their ability until he met Lyron.

Looking back at the sleepy Naya, he took the last glare at her pointed nose, a weird chuckle runs through his lips. Why on earth does his mind not bring a stop to what she did to him?

"Let's go!" He roared and his seven betas followed him, leaving Naya behind with the 7 guards that carry the carriage, they ride towards the cozy breeze.

After a long ride following the path that leads to the foggy breeze, the weather changed drastically. They all paused at the cliff of the sandy desert, fiercely prowling around the area. Seems like they just realized their folly after foolishly following the fog until it suddenly clear up and brought to them an unexpected awareness.

"Geez!" Beta Lyron gritted bitterly.

"They've gone! They can't hide without the fog," His breath becomes fierce.

"If they were the Saints, then, they've passed their boundary. Nowadays, they are too fearless, lurking around immediately the full moon revolves into sleep and disappears once the moon starts revealing," Beta Jones muttered, —He was the first beta to be turned and the fist-flicker among them.— He's fairly huge compared to others and loves throwing fists almost at everything that comes his way, hence, he was nicknamed a fist-flicker.

Counting on the clarity, Beta Blazir mumbles through his icy voice, "The Saints... That was because they tend to accumulate powers from the Moon once it starts shining on the sea, I think those around here are the Onyx," He exhaled after replying Jones, —he is nicknamed as soft-minder, unlike Jones, he has a cunning way of dealing with his preys rather than physical combat— He flipped his long hair as if it will swipe away his rage.

However, Beta Edgar simply chips in his cheesy voice, "I still smell them Alpha," He adjusted his halter to turn his brown horse towards Lord Edam who had climbed down from his white horse, patrolling his enraged gasp around the area. He stood solitary at the front while others were still positioned on their horse.

Beta Edgar snickers slightly, "Aww, how fun would it have been if we'd catch one. Its been a long time since I saw Onyx,"

He lamented with a jerky smile. He is such beta with the craziest personality, —his rage, grief, sadness, anger, vibrant, cheerfulness, and lots of feelings are hidden under a single smile.—

He doesn't smile often but once he does, one of those feelings had hit him badly.

They called him Pure-smile.

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